So, I am sitting in my office…basically drenched in sweat, listening to U2’s “Where the Streets Have No Name” on some generic Washington, DC classic rock station. The song hasn’t begun yet…its still the cool, eerie keyboard part at the beginning that sounds something like the soundtrack to Starman during the scene where Jeff Bridges and Karen Allen meet the spaceship at the end. I like this part of the song. And, I’m feeling a little beaten and blown by the wind myself. Minus the wind.

I have just realized that I have no beach houses or shore days to look forward to this summer. I didn’t just realize it, although it was recently. A big part of it has been my thirst for punk rock and electric guitar in general, as I most associate punk with summer. Lately, I have had all of these memories of springs and summers of years past…nothing special, just day to day stuff. Like when I was working for the red umbrella and my alarm would go off and suddenly 106.3 would be playing Local H’s “All the Kids Are Right” back to back with Lit’s “My Own Worst Enemy”. I think that was the same year that Stroke 9 came out with “Little Black Backpack”. Also that year or the year before was “Banditos” by the Refreshments (who I heard might be playing down here next week)….another incredible summer song. Whatever. There is so much great rock and roll that has come out during my lifetime, and I associate so much of it with summer. But alas….106.3 is dead, and I have no idea when I will hit the Tradewinds or Donovans or any of those joints in the near future. Jersey Shore living seems very far away, but I’m thinking that maybe its about time that is the case.

Right now they are playing “Sundown” by Gordon Lightfoot. Awesome. I saw that dude perform when I was stuck in Kansas City. Second time I’ve heard this song today though….Eerie. I am going to have to do something to ensure that my summer is not entirely shore-less.